Hey, I'm Lauren.

I went to a Christian university and met who I thought was my person early, the way a lot of people in that world do. We got married at 22. I thought I was making the safest, most settled choice I could make. And I was, in a way. It just turned out to not be the right one.

Leaving was its own kind of impossible. I was navigating a community and a culture where marriage is the center of gravity and divorce is rarely talked about. There were a lot of quiet conversations and a lot of loud opinions, and almost no resources that felt like they were written for a 24 year old with no kids and a Costco membership to untangle.

My divorce was finalized the day before my 25th birthday. Happy birthday to me. I spent the next six months living with my parents, hyperventilating in therapy, and Googling the same questions at 11pm over and over. Nothing I found felt like me. Everything was either clinical, legalistic, or written for someone twenty years older with a completely different life to rebuild.

So I started writing the thing I needed. Honest letters about what the grief actually feels like. Practical guides for the paperwork and the group chat. The kind of soft, unrushed corner of the internet that would have made my Tuesday nights a little less lonely.

That's me. I'm not a therapist. I'm not a professional in any way, but I have seen my life drastically improve over time with consistent therapy, showing up for myself, and rebuilding my life. If you're in it right now, I'm so glad you found this. I'll keep showing up here until you believe me when I say it gets better.